Song
Song
was the voice in her head
that she sang
whether alone
or in her thoughts
maybe even in her dreams
because that's where the thoughts
became a story
But in her heart
she was the key
to her dreams.
School
School
was made of brick walls
without a sketch book
and then the artists painted morals
and drew a portrait that was a picture of her
but it had no name
all you knew was the girl in the painting
without a name
and instead of giving the girl a label
they decided to call the painting
school
and she was the portrait
surrounding the graffiti.
Video games
Video games
every advantage
brought a new level
and until you completed
the task
you didn't gain any power
instead you were knocked down a level
and unless you surrendered and said game over
you just continue not to give up until you won the game
and that was her Video games
and the levels were each phase of life she went through.
New Year's Resolution
Every new list
was a goal
that became a dream
but this year
it became a
new year's resolution.
City
she was a girl
and she loved him
with all her heart
but he never called by her by name
unless he was trying to get her attention
and now he had her heart
and even though she didn't have a name
he called her the world
and in every world
there was a city
and her name became city.
Butterflies
The butterflies
that make me feel some type of way
and that means you had my heart
so that means if I am feeling you
you must be feeling me too
and that means the butterflies I feel
are for you
and that makes me feel some type of way.
Love
Love
she has tossed and turned
in her dreams
and her words
but her stories
are all about the one word
we feel all the time
and that is Love.
Talked
We talked
We talked all night
like we were night owls
until the sun came up
and that made me believe in
love
and that was only with you
because you showed me not only to feel
but to talk about love
until the sun came up.
Stuck
In every place
I am still here
stuck in the present
but also dreaming about the future
and even though the future is on my mind
I can't help but want to live in the past
as well as the present and future too.
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The Butterflies Touch my Soul
FantasyThe Butterflies chose to fly Like the BlueMoon and chase the soul That touched the night But before I could dream I just let the light of my wings Touch the mystery that was the moment Where moonlight was a new language of a story So come with...
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